Month: January 2017

I hadn’t read much about female masturbation when I started seriously exploring, but I could feel little ripples shooting through my vigi the more aroused I became. I wanted to feel a thick cock swelling my pussy and stroking the sides of my vagina. I wanted to experience my fantasy fuck in real time. A thick cock pushing into me, spreading my pussy wide: lodging deep in my loins, invading me.

I was sexting with a partner and he flipped a switch, turning this middle-aged anorgasmic woman into a horny, aching, inquisitive nympho. So desperately horny, I couldn’t wait to get alone, finger my pussy, and probe those juicy environs.

He instructed me to rub my clit and stroke my pussy through my panties, slowly caressing and pressing in until I could feel the wetness starting.

“Lick your fingers, spread your pussy lips, and stroke that clit. Tug it like I’m sucking it. Squeeze it between your fingers and push it to the left,” he breathed.

I’m breathing heavy. The sensation of stroking my exposed clit radiated deep along the wishbone roots of my clitoris. As he instructed, I held a mirror to my groin to witness my female sexual response. My clit swelled to a boner, pushed out from the hood, and shone its pink goddess glory.

As I rubbed and flicked, I felt electric twitches deep inside: waves of neon nerves pulsating. A sexual epiphany: a rush of primal joy. I now had an intense, possessed yearning to penetrate myself.

I’m tweeting this morning about awakening your inner Goddess. Ladies, employ some Femdom to get the foreplay you know you crave and deserve. NO MORE COCK SUCKING UNTIL YOU CUM FIRST. Reward him well and he’ll cum around. It’s that simple. Soon enough, he’ll get the effin’ picture and you’ll be on your way to some torrid sex. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Without some inkling of passion, some erotic interest, we lay there and take it, hoping he finishes before we forget to turn on the dishwasher. And you can hardly blame him; he’s horny, and unless he’s a total Neanderthal, he’s trying to please. But he needs to hear from you what you like: what turns you from an average vanilla woman into the sex-crazed nympho you fantasize about. It’s a process and an expedition into your own erogenous zone.

Until you begin to masturbate, you don’t yet know these zones. They lay dormant, uncharted, desolate. Until you stimulate and awaken your pleasure zones, you don’t know the incredible realm that awaits you. And until you experience that pleasure dome, you don’t know what trips your trigger and you can’t communicate that to your partner. Stay tuned for my own journey of masturbation – a story of one woman’s map which culminated in learning to orgasm again after too many years of thinking about the dishwasher.

Happy New Year! I’m busy working on my next post. The Anorgasmia Club — a joyless, frigid term used to describe women (and men) who are unable to achieve sexual orgasm. I was a card-carrying member and among the silent majority too embarrassed to talk about it.